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Blog of the Week - A Perturbed Secretary

A perturbed secretary

Stardate 213.10.1
Onboard the mohache astral Speaks in Tongues, chief of his tribe


Speaks for Speaks was walking down a side artery, a small stack of documents in his hand and a worried frown on his face. He approached the sphincter leading to the interview chamber which opened as he drew near. He walked inside and with a soft creak it closed behind him.

The interview chamber was a spartan place, lit with a bioluminescent glow which was now increasing in intensity in response to his arrival. He sat himself down on one of the bone growths jutting out of the side wall of the chamber, and waited. This would usually take a few minutes. Leafing through the papers he had brought, his frown deepened.

It didn't take long before the opposite wall changed to a pale blue hue, an indication that Speaks in Tongues had "arrived" as it were. Now, of course, Chief Speaks could "be" anywhere in the ship, and communicate with the crew wherever they happened to be. But he had taken to insist on using the interview chamber after he had given himself over to introspection. Chief Speaks was in meditation now more often than not, and had left the day to day operations to the crew. These days he would only sometimes involve himself on matters of trade and of politics.


"You look worried, my friend," a voice filled the chamber. Not booming, but soft and friendly and everywhere. It was as if the very walls of the chamber were being used to generate the sound waves and, of course, that was exactly what was happening. The blue hue of the opposing wall undulated in tune with the voice, as if the Chief was somehow present and behind that wall. Or maybe inside it. A deliberate trick to simulate communicating with a nearby invidividual, Speaks knew. Some people, and many aliens in particular, were most uncomfortable with talking to the person they were actually inside and took very easily to pretending they were instead talking to some kind of bizarre living wall.

Speaks sighed. Yes, he was worried. It didn't happen a lot, but this was the perfect opportunity for it. "Hi Chief," he started, "how's life the universe and everything today?" – it was a common joke between them. Chief Speaks might be deep in contemplation on the secrets of existence but he hadn't lost his sense of humour. Speaks had taken to always starting their conversations like this, and it would sometimes lead to philosophical debate and what to himself were deep revelations. Not today though, today it was just a rote greeting and the Chief recognized it, "Not bad my friend, not bad at all, but tell me, what is on your mind?"

A brief pause to gather his thoughts, then Speaks pulled out one of the papers from the stack and waved it about as he spoke. "He, this, this Wylde character, he is … he is, … plowing alone." There was a certain lack of expressions in the mohache language for what Speaks thought about Wylde and what was going on and he struggled to find suitable phrases. He decided to just lay it out as it had happened. "Last week he gave orders to our freight fleets, orders I never saw, and which diverted them from what they should be doing and into the Coreward Arm, and he had them build a new starbase there, and just now he announced for all the Peripheries to see the opening of a new cut-price market out in Coptuv. He built a really big base there and all with what our freight brought in. I never knew about this, and, …" catching his breath, he was interrupted by Chief Speaks before he could continue.

"I see, he has been busy then, our Wylde?" the everywhere voice said. "Tell me, what does this market of his look like?"

Momentarily caught off guard, Speaks opened his mouth to say something but seemed lost for words. Then he leafed through the papers, found a few that were stapled together, and looked through them. "Eh, well, the usual stuff, Chief. Modules, defence bunkers, shields, some troops, … all very cheap too, not at all in line with our philosophy."

"Do you remember, my friend, when Wylde first came to us two years ago," the voice said, "his mind all set on guns and tanks, fang and claw? What do you think his market would have looked like then, had I allowed him to control it? Not defence bunkers and modules I can promise you that. No, what you tell me now inspires confidence in me, he has come a long way since then. He knows his limits this new Wylde, he knows how far he can stretch that rubber band and not have it break. And you are right of course, he does not share our philosophy. He is a greedy one, Wylde, a profit seeker not an educator. He is nothing like us at all and yet, look at the market he made. Do you not see some of us in it?"

This was a lot to digest for an already distraught Speaks. He put his papers down on a different bony protrusion that served as a small table. "… allowed him?" he finally blurted out. "Did you expect this to happen? Did you plan for it?" There was only silence in response. Speaks recognized this from previous talks with the Chief. It meant he had inadvertantly asked a rhetorical question, that the answer was already given and so obvious it need not be spoken out loud. Yes of course the Chief had planned for this, how else could it ever have happened or been allowed to happen? … but, but why? A quizzical expression on his face and his arms now hanging limp down his sides, he looked up at the blue wall not sure what to say.

After a pause just long enough to dispel the worst of Speaks's confusion, the Chief spoke again: "Our time is drawing to a close, my friend, you have known this for some time. You have not known exactly when, or how, it would happen, but you have seen the portents, indeed you have lived them. You saw me leave the Colmsera colony over to Smokes and you wondered why but you did not ask; and you yourself organized the pull-out from Borderland and still you did not ask why. You did not ask because in your soul you knew. I have learned all that I shall learn now, from the aliens. I have seen what I need to see, of the cosmos. What I must seek next, I must seek inside of my own mind and spirit not out there with the stars and the aliens."



Chief Speaks gave his secretary a few more moments to digest these words before he continued. "Our Wylde, we will let him get on with his little project. We have taught him what we can and while he will always be human he will also carry within him a small bit of ourselves. It is only a little thing perhaps, but I think it will be enough. Before long now he will gather the confidence that he needs with his Coreward business, and he will come to us with a bigger proposal. I look forward to that conference. And I look forward to the peace that will follow. Go now, my friend, and do keep an eye on him, but leave him be. He knows us well, he will not shame us."

Following this the blue light faded, leaving the wall blank and featureless. Speaks remained in the chamber for another hour gathering his thoughts before he left, the soft creak of the sphincter closing behind him, a small fat mohache wandering back down the access artery.

In the now darkened interview chamber an abandoned stack of papers was slowly dissolving into the wall; the living ship recycling discarded material.




 
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*** Acropolis Now ***

The IMP and GTT have brought peace and stability to Acropolis.

 
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*** Goodbye Falconians ***

The galaxy bid farewell to the Falconian Republic as the Human Empire subsumed them into their expanding territories. This marks the second death of an alien civilisation at the hands of the IMP / GTT in recent years. Like the extinguishing of the nearby Ulians, no voices of opposition could be heard from other quarters. This marks a long-period of appeasement by the Detinus Republic and Dewiek Elder Nation.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DOMination * &etc

 
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***** Inter Galactic News THE MUSICAL *****

*** Norozov, No More ***

Kantner: No more do I see the starlight caress your cyclops eye
No more feel the tender kisses we used to share
I close my fists and clearly my heart remembers
A thousand goodbyes could never put out the embers

Chulainn: Oh the power is mine now!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before
Please, come back to my arms; we belong together
Come to me; let's be sweethearts again and then let us part no more

Chulainn: Oh all the Stellars mine now!

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Kantner: No more do I feel the touch of your hand on mine
No more see the love-light making your dark eyes shine
Oh, how I wish I never had caused you sorrow
But don't ever say for us there is no tomorrow

Chulainn: Oh all the ladies mine now!

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Chorus: The power is in the eye!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before
Please, come back to my arms; we belong together
Come to me; let's be sweethearts again and then let us part no more

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Chulainn: Oh the power is mine now!

Chorus: The power is in the eye!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before.

Lanner: So, old cyclops has finally met his comeuppance
Maybe its time for a comeback

Chorus: No, no one wants you back!

Lanner: I always did like that chair of his…

Chorus: The power is in the eye!
The power is in the eye!
The power is in the eye!

Continued in this special edition of the SSS...

 
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*** ALIEN CRIMINALS BROUGHT TO JUSTICE ***

FILTHY AND DISHONOURABLE Dewiek mercenaries have dared to attack HONEST AND HARDWORKING GTT warships in the Coptuv system.

THEY HAVE BEEN BROUGHT TO JUSTICE. LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!

The Dewiek commander’s lengthy response was appreciated by xenophile and philanthropist HQ Manager Tom Krieger but this does not change the facts.

FURTHER JUSTICE IS EXPECTED AT THE EMPEROR’S PLEASURE. LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!

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*** Voice of the Naplian Liberation Front ***

We are the Naplian Liberation Front. We have commandeered this station to bring you important and vital deprogramming. You are a slave of the Galactic Trouser and Tussles Imperium of Unspecified Services! We have witnessed the press ganged upon by Imperial thugs. Rounding up reporters by the thousands and throwing them in weasel dens. Mocking the Great Uncle of the Flagritz. Manufacturing consent out of a lust for imports of wheat cereals! We poor Naplians(*) are given no training and substandard equipment when preparing your nutritious breakfasts. We are sent forward by the Imperial snack commissioners with threats of triple-filing tax returns on unreasonable deadlines! Death would be preferable. We are allegedly paid a wage but have you ever tried to buy anything with just $1? Strangely none of those politicals earning $10,000 or more a week seem to care about our plight. Not to mention that the Imperials throw perfectly good meat into the grinder instead of slow cooking it in black bean sauce. They have no respect for a classic burrito! We are left grieving for young families who have never tasted quality ranch sauce. You don’t need to be a dead Naplian to know the value of a good guacamole.

* No actual Naplians included.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT vs USN * GTT vs NLF * GTT vs IND * GTT vs KAS * GTT vs FET * GTT vs SSS * &etc

 
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*** Stellar Empire On Warpath ***

The newly re-united Stellar Empire continued to wage war against the Flagritz Empire to bring about galactic peace and freedom for all. The latest system to fall to the inevitable tide of history was Morroglyph in the Coreward Arm. Dewiek intransigence reached fever pitch as the FLZ facilities changed to DEN paws and subsequently became targets of Imperial truth and justice. Despite putting themselves between the past and the future, the DEN seemed to lack much will for an actual fight with Dewiek military commanders adopting “meh” as their watchword.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT smacks NLF * DEN whack MRC * Slaves Liberated * FLZ Retreat * ARC in Orion Spur * &etc

 
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*** Stellar Empire Re-United ***

Celebrations were held across the vast territories of the Stellar Empire as the two-halves represented by the governments of the Imperials and Caliphate determined to unite. This followed almost inevitably from the assassination of the Caliph, a crime that has gone mysteriously unresolved. The old Caliphate ministers were ‘retired’ and at first it seemed the Imperials had managed what had alluded them for decades.

However, just as orders to claim systems for the IMP went in some places, conflicting orders to claim for the CIA came from Laton. In other systems, it seems overwhelming civilian support lies with the defunct CAL government and there are a number of CIV and CAL bases that seem to have not heeded the CIA nor IMP orders. With all the Caliphate's armaments now in the CIA’s hand and no political leadership in the old government, it seems inevitable that the civilians will be dragged kicking and screaming into the future.

A muted and cautious response from the rest of the galaxy was only to be expected given the formation of a new unrivalled superpower. The chilling effect on public discourse as the Imperial war machine taps into the substantial, if stunted, economies of the former Caliphate will surely be felt for years to come. Does this mark the 'end of history' as we know it?

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * KAS v IMP/GTT v FLZ * DEN v MRC * FOCed by IMP * BHD v DEN * &etc

 
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*** Imperials Declare War Against Flagritz ***

A declaration of war came last week after an unsatisfactory reply to Imperial ultimatums that the FLZ accept resolution of the previous war. J. Jones issued the following proclamation, "We hope this reminder will prompt them to rethink the status they removed them selves from and come back to more peaceful co-existence.” Doublegood, Viceroy, doublegood!

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * Species Guide * FEL Barter With GIants * High Times &etc

 

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